Phil goes Tapacocky

October 22, 2009 11:43 PM

It has been a very busy day for me today, with an early start taboot just to try and get through what I need to do by the time it's expected to be done so a good majority of the hours are spent staring at the computer screen losing the will to live.

Then in the evening I am very much left to my own devices as Mr. Philip is off out painting the town red with work colleagues by indulging in Tapas and Cocktails. Me being the respectable wife had volunteered to pick Phil up from town when he was done as a taxi would have cost a small fortune, and so while I wait for a text to signify Phil was either done or too drunk to do anymore I entertained myself with stew and dumplings for tea, any amount of television and a hot bath. I even allowed Rupert upstairs to kip on the bed with me whilst I tried to avoid a heavy slumber as to not miss "come get me" plea from 15 miles away!

Finally, and not too long after midnight I am getting dressed and driving back to town to get Phil who is loitering by a set of traffic lights outside nandos when I find him. He's drunk (actually I'd say closer to steaming but not completely frazzled) and is very chatty all the way home as only a drunk person can be, which is quite amusing despite the late hour. One pee stop later and we are rolling onto the driveway and it doesn't take long to get ourselves out of the car and into bed, where I have the pleasure of reliving Phil's evening out entirely based on his tapacocky breath, which was nice for me, as you can imagine ;-)